Ezria talks to the barmaid for what seems like hours. She never tells him her name, he never asks. He was right about her though, she did know more than she was letting on. He managed to persuade her to help them lure the knight out, in exchange for her freedom; a cut of the money. He wasn't so pleased about that part, but things always had a way of working out.
"So listen. It's a deal, right?" He looks at her intently.
"Deal." She smiles lightly, and then turns away and steps into the back room.
Ezria straightens his jaw again and exhales. He puts his hands on his hips, glancing quickly up at the clock he sees there is only a couple of hours of light left in the day. He decides to wait it out here at the bar, Zahir will be back soon.